"Accolades For Valor" by Matthew Johnson (1993): "She goes through life, gliding, a benevolent seer/ Stopping constantly to aid those in need, those not even dear/ I, an individual, swept up in the storm/ Of a woman, who, in search of herself, defies the norm/ As I, an outcast, fighting myself, yet daring to believe/ That if I ask her aid and succor (and possibly love) she won’t leave/ Giving her heart, mind and soul to every known cause/ Causing me to look about my selfish malestrom, and in introspection give pause/ For all her words, she won’t write about me, does she fail to perceive/ What the object knows to be true and what make believe—/ Words rarely present, presence much more of one/ Is to wish for more as good as wishing for the sun?/ Energy is precious, as I know well to be true/ And I am curious to know, Lorraine, what I can ask of you/ Names are important, they make us who we are/ Much more important than people give credit, by far/ The masses may cry “Lori!” and let them do so!/ For the numbers who call that cannot understand/ They will never know the Lorraine inside, the one crying to live/ Will be forever frustrated by those whose minds are like a sieve/ There may be those who rob her of her world, let them scratch the skin/ They are as pinpricks to the steel within/ These accolades are not exaggeration, not pretentious/ I Just want you to know that there is at least one who is conscious/ That the world is a better place for the life of a woman named Lorraine."

Tuesday, June 07, 1994

Opportunities










So many choices right now,
yet still somehow I don't want out,
but there's one tiny glimmer
that continues to shimmer,
could you be what I need?

So innocent, you are;
like a twinkling star
lost among the rest,
but shining the best.
I wonder.
Could you be what I need?

I don't want to hurt you.
Perhaps I should alert you.

I stay away
because it seems the right way.
You don't need the confusion I've faced,
but you don't have to be alone in this place.

If you ever decide
you'd like to try,
I'm here.

It's kind of funny
that I sit and wonder
what you're like
deep inside.
Could you be what I need?

I'd like to show you
all you never knew,
and try to make the present
a little more pleasant.

Just maybe,
could you be what I need?

June 7, 1994

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